Cysea
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There it is, the sign, the omen. The bird of death.
Phil, unfortunately, passed away. Mauled by mobs in his Hardcore world. Upon waking up, he finds himself in a body of a crow. Is this what they call reincarnation? A fate after death, a rebirth? Alright then, he's a crow now. He'll dedicate his short birdlife to soaring and traveling, exploring new lands and learning new things. There's no more projects to finish, no more materials to collect; finally spared of a life wasted away for empty buildings.
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Many have died for him, for his escape to be successful, for his safety.
Techno, a commander who fled his fief in battle, was saved by a bird of death. Getting away with only a stab wound on his stomach, he mourns and swears to repent for his cowardice. It just so happens that the very same bird of death that saved him, a kind of bird that many despises due to rumors that it brings death to those it encounters, has made quite an impression on Techno.
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Together, they do war crimes and cuddle during naps.
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“What brought you to therapy today, Tommy?”
This time, Puffy was not ignored. The blue eyes, almost like the same shade of diamond, looked up at her, “I came in to see if you could help me.”
Puffy hums, placing down her cup as Tommy placed down his, “So would you like to make another appointment for next week?”
It took the boy five ticks of the clock to utter a, “Yes, please.”
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c!Tommyinnit Therapy AU ft. c!Captain Puffy and c!Niki Nihachu
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“Let me tell you an assemblage of poems
Retelling the romance of gods.
For what better way to pass down the legacy of their history
But by writing them in the language of art and beauty.”
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During the time after the forgotten epochs, the world was created and then destroyed. Created by a god who was filled with love and then destroyed by a man who was filled with rage. They were not enemies, they were not friends, not even lovers—they were the beginning and the end—they are named George and Dream.
George traveled back in time to correct his wrongs, but unfortunate things kept happening. And he always loses the one person he cannot afford to lose, Dream.
In this story, you will find that gods aren't as powerful as they thought they are, humans are capable of the impossible, and that all are bound to upset fate one way or another.
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WARNING: has plenty of errors. in desperate need of heavy editing. unfortunately, I am busy with college and don't know when I could spare time to fix this fic. but I assure you, I will be back.
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Lo-and-behold, when he pushed open the lid of the coffin, Tommy is still there but the process of decay already started. His body is already cold and stiff, his skin discolored into a sickening gray-ish hue and spots of bluish-purple because of livor mortis. Maggots, of course, also littered and crawls on and probably inside his body. And the stench, goodness the stench, was absolutely horrid.
But Tubbo didn’t mind, he was just so happy to see Tommy again. He untied the red scarf on his arm and bound it around his head as a makeshift mask. He brushed off the crawling larvae and worms on Tommy, shoved the stiff corpse to the side to make room for himself in the coffin, and crawled in.
After staying up and running around with nothing in his system, the brownette immediately passed out, cuddling next to his dead best friend.
The next morning, when Niki, Fundy, Puffy, and Eret visited Tommy’s grave, what they saw absolutely terrified them. A blood-curdling scream woke up Tubbo, alerted the other people nearby, and maybe, just maybe—stirred up the dead.